without frail gestures Her yellow parachute detached it slip-ungripped from a wrist All her olives rolled away the wet hyssop was misplaced Its minty twigs shriveled & the bullocks pointless Her matchstick-style carrots on blackened khokhloma She was three kilos high bouncing hard on a rock Puzzling at 1% and then …
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Leopold Bloom Dreams of Kidneys & Sausages & Warm Human Flesh * Excerpt from James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’
A while back we published “Molly Bloom’s Stream of Consciousness Ends in Flowers & Perfumed Breasts,” the soliloquy which closes the epic modernist tale Ulysses, by James Joyce. It seemed high time then to give some space to her poor cuckholded husband Leopold Bloom who, unlike his wife who prefers toast and cakes, has a taste for “the inner organs of beasts and fowls.” The below section opens the fourth episode, what’s known as the Calypso episode. It is our …